Alien Charms – #DoubleEtheree – #poetrychallenge

18 Friday Oct 2019

Posted by in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Etheree, Poetry

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is a photo prompt!!  Check out Colleen’s blog to find which forms of poetry are acceptable for this challenge.  Have fun!


So
Charming
Was his way
To play the flute
Aside the river
Made snake rise, mesmerized
But, what no one really knew
Was this rather odd creature’s guile
Had the power to transform serpent
Into a beautiful flower, tis then,
Unable to conjure up his evil
Snake realized, he was being played
For a fool, for he could not see
A trace of his reflection
As only the lake showed
The exquisiteness
Held in the sounds
Alien
Music
Plays.

 

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 148 #SynonymsOnly

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

Stumble – #poetry – #WOTD

17 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by in Poems, Poetry

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,


I walked upon a crooked path,

Along a winding road

Across the way I spied,

A very odd looking toad

He stared at me as I went by,

I’m sure I heard him grumble,

“These humans have no grace at all”,

As I begin to stumble

Surely, he had no way of knowing,

I would trip and fall

Loudly, he laughed, as he looked at me,

Imagine the nerve! What gall!

I righted myself, and bid him good day,

Again, I heard him croak

“These people”, he said rather gruffly,

“Are really quite the joke.”

How rude, I thought, as I walked on,

Just who does he think he is?

Croaking again, he snidely replied,

“It’s really none of your biz!”

 

 

Word of the Day Challenge – Stumble

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

The Witch’s Hat – #poetry – #witch – #Halloween

16 Wednesday Oct 2019

Posted by in Poems, Poetry

≈ 17 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , ,


The kettle boils, the crystal sparks
A potion, brewing, in the dark

Jack-O-Lantern, with its batty grin
Sends a chill, up the spine, within

A witch’s hat, but where is she?

Steam rising, the cauldron spits
Candles flicker, yet, there it sits

Black as night, and pointed high
Seems this spell has gone awry

Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be!

Candles burn, as wax pours down
Still on the chair, a witch’s crown

Dare not touch it, else you’ll find
Two of us, neither of which is kind

Together, we’re one, this witch, and me
In the darkness, I’ve set my spirit free!

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

Stained – #poetry – #murder – #Halloween

13 Sunday Oct 2019

Posted by in Poems, Poetry

≈ 19 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , ,


Standing, quietly, at the bottom of the stairs

No one ever seems to notice her there

Dress, stained with red, tells of her plight

How she had vanished, that Halloween night

No one came looking, for fear they would find

A sorceress, like her, unsettled in mind

Never was welcomed, as one of the folk

Evidenced now, by the blood on her cloak

But she knew much better, revenge in her sight

Luring them closer, with the glow of a light

Into the vastness, they’d soon disappear

Lost to mortality, imprisoned, in her sphere

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

TKO – #poetry – #mentalhealth

12 Saturday Oct 2019

Posted by in Poems, Poetry

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,


I looked
But couldn’t see
Lost along the way
From nowhere
That tiny shard,
A mere splinter
Keeping the whole complete
No holes to close
Nor open wounds to mend
Still my soul
Laid bare within
Determination faltered
Ease gave up too easily
Yet, I remained intact,
An entity
Battling the demon
In my head
Refusing
To let him win
And still I wait
Waving my white flag
Pleading
For the referee
To call the fight

 

©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay